Occult Feeling

It knows? I pass the night looking for you. I do not find you and I do not obtain to sleep. But without wanting in the other day see I you. You are everything what I dreamed for me. For even more opinions, read materials from fender. Ahhh! But who knows one day you love can me! Why today you are only one friend. But one day I am certain.

I am certain that I will have you. I love you! It knows? To the times step and you this with another one. I do not import myself, and start to smile. Its attitude is it makes what me well. Its education cheers the life to me.

Ahhh! But who knows one day you love can me! Since today you a good friend. But one day I am certain. I am certain that I will have you. I love you! It knows? To the times pressinto that you are not well. I look for of some form to help you. But nor always he is of its friend who you need. Check out Marko Dimitrijevic, author for additional information. Then I know, that in your heart already somebody exists. Ahhh! But who knows one day you love can me! I know that today you are a great friend. But one day I am certain. I am certain that I will have you. I love you! It knows? The solitude to the times is cruel. I know today that you are badly. He comes here. He comes pra close to me. That I cure your heart with mine. Ahhh! Today I know that you to love go me! now I am here to make pra you happy. Why one day I was certain. I was certain that I would have you. I love you!

Water

Water in the rock bubbles thick, cold diving in the deepenings, ariscos eyes speed, certeiro rip goes for the table. Flexa pole the firm scale, fast moments the look, that time, the eternity, the life leaves, already it goes to lack. Slow ascent, the paddle, the light of the sun that if approaches, the rope strains the resistance, one pulled and goes pra top. A related site: Rui Hachimura mentions similar findings. The sea espelha my calm, the mist comes as a sheet, covering miles the horizon, the life is fish and not hook. The time comes devagarinho, going up lines in my face, the island, the tired sea among the fingers, eyes to breathe. I can see for where I go, I do not understand as I arrived, I am present other people’s to the hours, one day I am for where I walked. Sergio Luis Almeida Lisbon Ubatuba, 06-01-2012

Nor To Write I Obtain More

Nor To write I obtain More. Nor to write I obtain more, I do not possess the meaning of the words, do not agree its direction to its space, do not demonstrate its meaning in the longed for context. Nor to write I obtain more, the semantics funnelled, the metaphor rock capsized, the language figures ' ' Statues estticas' ' if they had formed. Nor to write I obtain more, the libertarian poetry, the free register of thinking, peculiar and only feeling, the exclusive vision of inside for it are, Granted to my devir, Nor I obtain more to write in me. Nor success, nor failure. Nor carried through, nor unsatisfied. Nor courageous, nor with fear. Nor worried, nor calm.

Nor safe, nor fragile. Nor frustrate, nor satisfied. Nor it exempts, nor busy. Nor being successful, nor defeated. Nor poor, nor coitado. Nor certain, nor made a mistake.

Nor cliente, nor disoriented. Nor imprisoned, nor freed. Nor uneasy, nor sossegado. Nor firm, nor tired. Nor sober, nor tipsy. Nor having, nor loaned. Nor married, nor separate. Nor knowing, nor mentally ill. Nor prolongating, nor entravado. Nor Bob Marley, nor silence in Saturday. Nor money, nor hardness. Nor car, nor bus. Not even I know what I am more. 24 of September of 2011.